not for the first time I looked back on all those yearsnot for the last time names will ring in my earsWhen there was just a gang of us storming the town by train and busa moment of thought this heart sends to old friends
not for the first time I looked back on all those yearsnot for the last time names will ring in my earsWhen there was just a gang of us storming the town by train and busa moment of thought this heart sends to old friends
standing here with my arm around you, life's moved onand all its borderlines are being redrawnthe winter has come the roads are white everyone's home late tonightmay we stay or will it depend as old friends
in the end , still old friends
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